When Su Luo heard that it was an old man and a child, her sympathy suddenly rose, and she said to Nangong Liuyun, "I'll go out and have a look."
Su Luo went out, and Nangong Liuyun also went out with her.
When Su Luo saw Dongfeng flying out of the snow cave, he was holding a white-haired old man in his left hand and a child under five years old in his right hand.
The old man had gray hair and a vicissitudes face. The padded jacket on his body was a little worn out. After he was fished out of the snow cave, he looked even more embarrassed.
The little boy's face was flushed with cold, and the padded jacket on his body was much newer than the old man's. At least there were no patches, but at the moment the little boy was so frightened that his face was pale, and he was dazed.
The old man rushed up, and the first thing was to check the little boy's body up and down. Seeing that he was all right, the old man breathed a sigh of relief this time: "It's okay, it's okay."
The little boy hugged the old man's neck and burst into tears, out of breath.
The old man was miserable himself, but he continued to comfort his little grandson.
After finally reassuring the little boy, the old man finally freed his hand and thanked Dongfeng.
Dongfeng nodded lightly and accepted his thanks.
Su Luo watched the old man hesitate, and nodded towards Dongfeng.
The old man's carriage fell into the snow cave, and their grandfather and grandson were carried out by Dongfeng, but the horse and carriage were still in the snow cave.
The personal attendant beside the dignified Nangong Er Shao jumped into the snow cave and carried the carriage up.
But it's useless to carry it up, because the horse has fallen to death, and the car has been smashed to pieces, and it can no longer be used at all.
Seeing the carriage that was smashed into pieces, the old man's eyes shrank, and his whole person was shrouded in sadness and despair.
"Woooooo~~ carriage... carriage... the most valuable carriage in the family... wow!" The little boy was finally coaxed, and now he is crying again.
The old man glanced at the carriage with sad eyes, and then looked at his little grandson with distress, and could only helplessly smile bitterly for a while.
Seeing Su Luo's confusion, the old man smiled bitterly: "The family is a carriage and freight operator. This carriage is the only hope for our grandfather and grandson to survive, but now, it's broken, alas."
"The old man lives in this big mountain?" Su Luo asked indifferently.
The old man smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, Mojia Village in the depths of the Moha Snow Mountain, the village rarely communicates with the outside world, and is almost isolated from the world, because the way in and out is very difficult."
The old man's carriage is not a carriage in the ordinary sense. Although it does not fly like an eight-winged Pegasus, it is very fast.
"However, without this carriage in the future, it will be even more difficult for the villagers to leave the village, alas." The old man sighed again and again.
Su Luo looked at the old man, looked at the little boy, and looked up at the sky again.
"It was all a heavy snow yesterday..." The old man sighed with a deep depression in his eyes: "It was the biggest snow in the past 100 years. The familiar roads were covered with snow beyond recognition. Plant it in, alas."
Su Luo silently glanced at Nangong Liuyun.
Second Young Master Nangong's expression was still indifferent, and he couldn't see his inner thoughts, but Su Luo knew that he would not sit idly by.
"I don't want to live in the wild anymore." Su Luo held the hand of Second Young Master Nangong, with a slight coquettish smell.